Valley of the vowels

It is there that those vowels endlessly toil
euphony's lyrics unceremoniously dragged
like a turf cart down a muddy lane
the memory serves so many well,
whilst passing old Jimmy he tips his hat asking
"ow ye all nayow?"

Oh those vowels how they take flight
like swans over a Cootehill lake
euphony is so graceful now
as a tethered goat falls down a gully,
in memory's ear the headmaster roars
"yer aan awfel bloody eegit so ye eir"

The vowels look so playful now
like spring lambs on a Cooley field
euphony's presence ever welcome now
as a flock of geese greet the postman,
whilst digging for turnips the old man says
"well ye ever put yer baak inta et, ya lazy hoore ye"

In those vowels lies warmth and depth
like sun kissed fields of summers youth
euphony plays its velvet chorus now
whilst the threshing mill crudely clacks,
as my hand draws near the home baked bread
a voice says "wud ye look aat him de greedy seow"

The vowels draw to a whisper now
as mice scurry through church pews
euphony plays a sombre tone
whilst branches sway in autumn's breeze,
the flesh cold as the light draws near
an old friend says "aw a graand lad but couldn' keck a ball fer shite"